Cars pass along the nearby road that goes to the valley and the mountains, but I am still here as still as the air. Dogs bark, but they only annoy me. What could be so important as to make this disruption of my lethargy anything but disreputable? Go to sleep, dogs! I've been beaten down by the sun, and all I want to do is close my eyes and imagine in silence other places where cool breezes might be blowing.
Sunday Verse
by Gilbert Sorrentino
How I loved that melody,
a thing, it was, it was
an entity, fresco, substantial,
part of a season, color fixed
in plaster, gentle and mordant
on the air it was. The sound of it
bright over waters of the lake.
Morning. Sunlight. The water
quiet on the raft. My
body, it was, my ear, my
possibility of life, still, a fresco
it was, some melody I forget
what. A tone it was. A mix
of life and time dying
in sunlight: I loved that melody
